#bergen_county

A chuckle. "Odin has opinions."

At the mention of 'cats' Flopsy looks about.

"So many!"

"He's a Siamese. Only one eye, like the god."

"We're good, Flopsy," Sylvi reassures.

However, she's also keeping a watchful eye as they walk.

"Yes... no cats... but do you hear that?"

"Adam, you settling in okay? I mean, with normal stuff? I know...." But then she stops to listen.

"Huh?" She stops, listening. She is unarmed - no Flyswatter!

They might hear splashing in a stream nearby

"Ohhh.." in a whisper.

Sylvi motions them to be silent and follow quietly. Staff in hand, she goes closer.

Sneakity-sneak

They sneak and see... an odd looking kithain, picking up trash from the stream, and putting it into a bag.

To fae eyes, the boy has the hind legs of a rabbit, wings of a hawk, and antlers of an elk .well, buds of an Elk..and the wings are scawny... whether they've been told about Falko or not, well there he is.

A little frown, and she watches him carefully a moment to see if he keeps gathering trash.

He looks up as if their sneaking is all for naught, "uhm.. hi." He keeps picking up trash.

"What the hell is that?"

"...I have no idea..."

Sylvi stands up straight, and waves Adam to silence. "Hey. You're Falko, right? I heard about you...." A bit cautious.

"Falko.. the.. whatsit? Kerri said something..."

"Rude" Falko says and looks at Adam, then "Oh, hi, you guys are from the lodge?"

He says "Yes, my name is Falko, I'm a Wopletingler"

"Yeah, the that. Hi."

Sylvi decides to go a bit closer, but motions Flopsy to keep back. "I'm Sylvi. My mom's the Hearth of the lodge. What are you doing?"

"A... wople-tingler?" Adam laughs.

"Picking up litter," he says holding up a bag with stuff, "Someone left a .." The boy glares at Adam "A mess."

An elbow. "Don't be a jerk."

Sylvi turns and glares at Adam. "You're gonna get yourself killed someday, and I'm getting less inclined to keep that from happening. Don't be a jerk."

"What? Ok, ok...."

A glance at Dagmar and a smirk as they share an opinion, but then she looks back at Falko.

"He should learn manners," the boy says "Even a woppletingler has magic"

"Picking up litter is cool." A pause. "I want to help you out, but...um...how do you affect chimera?"

"I... oh.." the boy blushes, "You're worry I'd hurt your friend." He looks at Flopsy "Hi. You're cool. A hare, not just a rabbit."

"Thank you for noticing, may I say you have fashionable legs" Floppsy nods to the boy.

"Well, yeah. I don't mean to be rude, but I just want to know what the risks are."

"Uh.. thanks." Then Falko says "I don't drink in Chimera if that's what you mean. Heck, not long ago we wopletinglers were pure Chimera."

Sylvi relaxes a bit and nods. "Okay, then. Want help with that?" She climbs down the bank to the stream.

Adam follows.

Dag hesitates, then climbs after.

"Sure, thanks." The boy says

"Sympathies for your people's downgrade" Flopsy mutters

Sylvi hesitates and glances back at Dagmar and Adam, uncertain whether they want to be introduced.

Adam is looking around for trash, moving things with his stick.

"Wonder what jerks left all this junk..."

Adam finds plactic rings by a six pack.

well OF a six pack

"I donno," Falko says "But it's not right to treat the world this way"

"Some people are just plain lazy. And rude." She plucks an empty bottle out of the stream and lets the water dribble away. "Did you just decide to do this on your own, Falko?"

He scoops them up and keeps looking.